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Monday, March 14, 2011

Girls just wanna have fuh-unnn.

Want to know something CAH-RAZY?

I booked a flight (using a very generous voucher!! Woo!!) for me and Aspen to visit my parents in April. That means I will be flying across the friggin country with a 9 month old. All. By. My. Self. Ugh. Where are the Tums? I have a stomach ache just thinking about it.

In fact, I'm so nervous that I chickened out like, three times. I called an agent to book my flight and when I found out my voucher wasn't valid for that particular flight I almost gave up altogether. Kind of like, hey, that's a sign I shouldn't torture a plane full of people for four hours. And then for another four hours on the second leg of the journey.

The worst part about this is that the airline I'm flying doesn't fly into the state of Maine. So... we get to fly to Boston and then drive 2 hours north.

Why am I doing this to myself?

Well, I don't really know. My parents will be in Utah in May to celebrate my younger brother's baby, so it's not like I won't be seeing them any time soon. It's just like, hmmm, why not go? Part of me wishes I'd booked a flight in the summer so I could take Aspen to the beach, but another part of me realizes how much harder it will be to fly across the country when Aspen is completely mobile. She'll be less-likely to sit on my lap without blowing a fuse when she knows how to get around on her own. I also don't want to chase a toddling child around a disgusting airport.